Karma?

Is it because I sold my niece into white slavery? Or perhaps because I toyed with the idea of trying to trick my 90 year old father into making more lazy susans for me to sell?

Whatever the reason I seem to be experiencing some negative karma.

Or perhaps Car-ma.

I took the trusty Fit to Honda for it’s checkup where it passed with flying colors!

Until a few weeks later whe it dumped all it’s oil out.

While it was being driven…..

Turns out the shop had failed to properly reinstall the plug.

So, that fixed I went on my merry way.

Then last week I had a show.

An outdoor show here in sunny southern California! Where the weather has been in the 80s and 90s.

It rained. Hard. All day.My friend Nicki who had lured poor, innocent, me into participating in this waterworld charming market assured me that they had never had rain before so naturally, she felt the inclement weather was my fault. Surprisingly this made me like her more as it seemed like something I would say.

And finally, just before a big show this weekend, the faithful Fit fritzed. Again. I was driving when suddenly the DANGER WILL ROBINSON!! lights went on and it ceased to move forward. On a freeway. On Thanksgiving.

The cause is still unknown and she sits in the shop as I type.

On the flip side though I must be doing something right because I’m terribly lucky.

The first car failure happened after a show and this last one happened before I was on the road to the show.

And I’m supremely lucky to be surrounded by such good people. Cars were offered and borrowed, rides were given. Karla came and cut coasters out. The awesome Suzanne showed up (post rain storm- she’s not a fool) and helped pack up all my damp supplies. And people bought things despite the deluge.

And, all this not-running-around gave me time to work on a new Mod Podge Rocks project. I wanted to come up with a semi-permanent wreath using blown up version of some terrific vintage Christmas cards.

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I’ve been surrounded by amazingly creative people my whole life.
My mom can, and does, make anything. The family has on occasion speculated that she just whipped up my dad one day when she discovered some left over fabric and stuffing. My three sisters have mad skills ranging from needlework to cooking to out and out ART. My father’s desk when I was growing up had a model train set going around it, oh, and he made that desk-from scratch.
I’m the youngest and, as you can imagine, it’s a hard series of acts to follow. Truth be told, I’ve spent many, many years suppressing the creative instincts I learned at home.
But I realized (rather late in life) that few things bring me more joy than making and creating. For the longest time when I went to stores I didn’t think, “I want that” I thought, “I can make that.” And, with a deep breath and a leap, I’ve started on a very new, kinda scary path. I’ve given up my steady, dependable (dull!) corporate life to spend my days happily humming away in my garage designing, creating, painting, decoupaging and sawing and, since this blog will be an honest take on things, there is also a fair amount of tripping, spilling and swearing.
Through this blog I hope to share with you the struggles and (hopefully) triumphs of a very non-businessy business person. I also hope to make this blog a resource for people who like to work with their hands and who are, like me, always looking at things and thinking “I could make that!”
I’ve lived many places since I left Cheltenham Road; I currently live in Los Angeles California.
So, with this preamble- Welcome to Cheltenham Road! Please come on over and make yourself comfortable – the place is always open.

I had a show with rains and high winds, but the worst part of it was NO SHOPPERS. Did you at least sell some things? About your vehicle, I guess you have to be thankful that you are safe and that it didn’t stop working in a place where someone was just about to run into you?

Pah! You don’t know what rain is. Friend of mine did a Spring flower show (emphasis on SPRING here) and it rained so much that a tractor had to escort them off the show ground. The tractor kept getting stuck in the mud, so it wouldn’t stop – friend had to leap on board as it crawled by. Unfortunately, although friend landed safely on board the tractor, the mud sucked his welllington boots off and they were left in the mud:-)

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Welcome to Cheltenham Road. I’m a fairly late-blooming but passionate crafter, builder and renovator and this is where I share all of my adventures and misadventures. To learn more about me and my growing business click on my picture. Thanks for stopping by.